Does it really matter?

Pasta Hawrrabbiata

There was a car parked at the gate of the usually empty cottage down the road from us, so I swapped the hope of garden apples for the possibility of a Giant Puffball. I trudged over the field, the recent rain had made it very mucky so picking a pathway through the less squelchy bits meant I had to concentrate. The plastic bag in my back pocket snagged …